[As he makes the joke, she only takes another small bite out of her sandwich to hide the fact that she doesn't laugh.
And she is happy for him. That he's coming to some sort of conclusion that he can have friends and care about them. Though she's a little bit jealous, too, because he's improving and she's sort of slipping backwards.
Okay, not just a little bit.
It's a dumb thought. Selfish. She tries to push it down but it persists, brooding in the background.
She swallows with difficulty and spends a long pause just thinking about what to say. She could tell him. She could let all the words and thoughts fall out. She could. They could pretend it would help. Pretend it would make her feel better.]
I don't want to talk about it. [She says, her voice small.]
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And she is happy for him. That he's coming to some sort of conclusion that he can have friends and care about them. Though she's a little bit jealous, too, because he's improving and she's sort of slipping backwards.
Okay, not just a little bit.
It's a dumb thought. Selfish. She tries to push it down but it persists, brooding in the background.
She swallows with difficulty and spends a long pause just thinking about what to say. She could tell him. She could let all the words and thoughts fall out. She could. They could pretend it would help. Pretend it would make her feel better.]
I don't want to talk about it. [She says, her voice small.]